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  • I just got back from a trip to New York City.

    It rocked my world, yet again.

    New York is a constantly changing cesspool of industry. It grows all the time with so many legs, they're impossible to see at once. Whenever I'm leaving the subway and turn a corner to look up the stairs, I realize that anything can happen. I might catch a glimpse of that person I've always wanted to meet. I could have an aesthetic experience. I'll fall in love.

    I've never felt this way anywhere else.

    When I move there, I feel like I will learn to swim harder and faster than I ever thought possible. Obviously, it will take an entire paycheck and a total loss of comfort to jump into the icy New York waters. But treading water isn't worth it. I don't want to end up devoted to maintaining a pastoral New York bohemian life. I want to grow and reap as much as I can from the low-hanging fruit in the greatest city in the world.
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